Bishop Lamont - My Mama lyrics
Pretty Brown Eyes [Verse One]: Wouldn't be no me without you When pops up and split it was just us two Scrapping and strugglin', strugglin' and scrapping No matter how bad it got we always make it In the yellow Cadillac, yeah you remember that Drop us off at school with the brown paper lunch sack Never let us starve, never went hungry Always had a meal even with no money Used to give us haircuts, had us lookin' wrong Gave me an S curl, you left it in too long Got to wear a hat to school, teachers say take it off Got clowned bad whole cla** laughed they a** off Couldn't wait for three o'clock had to get home I love my mama, that's why I wrote this song [Hook] [Mike Ant]: My mama, always be My favorite girl in this world to me My mama, real O.G Don't you say nothin' bad about my mama If it had not been for you I wouldn't be My mama, and I never wanna see you cry Those pretty brown eyes [Verse Two]: It's gettin' close to the evening, mama in the kitchen Hookin' up the gravy and the chicken Wanna go and play, see the homies on they bikes Mama like, "You better come home before it's night." A little hard head, I never wanna listen Here come mama with a belt and she trippin' Whoop my a** out, up and down the sidewalk All the way home and you bet' not backtalk Strong black woman, raisin' two sons Did it on your own you didn't need no one We went through the ups and downs, yeah we had to move around But no matter what you always held us down So it didn't matter when my daddy wouldn't bother I always had my mama [Hook] [Mike Ant]: My mama, always be My favorite girl in this world to me My mama, real O.G Don't you say nothin' bad about my mama If it had not been for you I wouldn't be My mama, and I never wanna see you cry Those pretty brown eyes [Verse Three]: I love my mama Hug my mama Forgive me for my childhood drama All the bullsh** in the streets Run ins with police Givin' you unnecessary grief Talk back in attitude, s**in' on my teeth Thought I was a man, try to brussle up at ya Dumb a** me on the road to disaster Feelin' cursed, my heart hurts, it only got worse Remember when I stole from ya purse? Turn to the streets lookin' for a role model Daddy wasn't there but the homie's got a bottle Boys leadin' boys cause ain't no real men to follow Without you there I would've never seen tomorrow So I'mma make it up, forgive me for the sorrow [Hook] [Mike Ant]: My mama, always be My favorite girl in this world to me My mama, real O.G Don't you say nothin' bad about my mama If it had not been for you I wouldn't be My mama, and I never wanna see you cry Those pretty brown eyes